There Was No Secret Organization to Fight with the World's Darkness so I Made One

Igbudi Ngunah Mugu's day begins with the wake of Sapporo Pestle Light. Capturing the sound of gasagoso and futon moving with tiny ears, Ig faces out of a nesting box attached to a stopping tree in the corner of the room, sounding his nose and smelling the air. After confirming that there was no smell of the bad guy, he was relieved. Ig stopped running down the tree and climbed up to the head of his support.

"Mmm, good morning, Ig."

"Chitty."

To the sound of sleepy support, Ig answered well as he pulled his hair. Sasuke, the great leader of the herd to which Ig currently belongs, always washes his face and brushes his teeth in the morning. Ig was wondering why he stuck a stick in his mouth and blew bubbles when he wasn't even eating it, but Sasuke understood there was something a little bit strange about it. I didn't care, so I fixed my hair while I was brushing my teeth.

After brushing his teeth, Sasuke rolls over and starts watching TV. Ig also looks at it together, slightly over his shoulders and head. Until a while ago, I watched knives, frying pans, and ingredients that moved to make breakfast all by themselves while Sasuke watched TV, but now I was getting tired of it. I preferred watching TV with one color after another.

It is breakfast as it is when the meal is ready. Ig's dedication this morning was a slice of the extra apple and a spoonful of honey from yesterday on Monkey Food. Supporting him gets angry when he drops it over his head or shoulder, so Ig leaves his place of peace when he eats, goes down to the shabu-tai and eats. During the meal, Saskatchewan's eyes nailed to the TV. Saskatchewan has been doing this for another week. I also record from time to time. It is for confirmation of the diffusion of information and the commemorative recording of the TV appearance.

The battle off the coast of Ireland was shot and reported by the British National Broadcasting Authority, while the battle off the coast of Tokyo was shot and reported by a Japanese public broadcaster.

Initially, the television station flew a helicopter to confirm the details due to information that an unidentified giant object had appeared at sea. Confirmed by an artificial satellite, it was a giant floating water polo, traveling at speeds of about 20 km/h towards land. It should be an impossible phenomenon, but it could never be said or exhausted, and the deployment of the army was discouraged. If this looked like an easy dragon or alien, some confusion would have moved the army early. But the reality is a huge chunk of water. It's unreal, but halfway to reality. Is it a special natural phenomenon, an unknown organism, another occult or alien? I can't identify it at all.

Before the helicopter arrived, a mysterious figure of black robes appeared first from the sea in front of a class 600m water polo off the coast of Ireland. It was difficult to grasp the details in the footage from directly above the satellite, but it was immediately possible to guess that the black robe and water polo were in battle. Whenever a black robe moves its hand, an invisible impact hits the water polo. Water balloons emit tsunami-like tentacles and currents towards black robes, but this is also prevented by something invisible. The helicopter reporter who eventually arrived said excitedly, "Invisible Titan is fighting the water monster! shouted."

And it spreads through the media all at once, and the mysterious robe figure will be known worldwide as Invisible Titan = I.T and the giant water polo as Water Monster = W.M. In Japan, it is called Titan, Ultra Water Polo.

The voice of condemnation of the Titans, who are apparently attacking super water balloons that were harmless until then, almost disappeared due to the invisible power that prevented the attack of super water balloons on press helicopters. Still, the theory of 'super water polo pissed off because the Titans attacked' remains deeply rooted. Neither the Titans nor the super water polo left a message about anything. The purpose, the meaning, of the two fights is nothing more than imagination.

Meanwhile, 50m individuals off the coast of Tokyo were dealt with by three mysterious figures. The situation, the uniform outfit in black, the hostility to the super water polo, and the disappearance of the Titans with black whales make it presumed that they are in the same position as the Titans.

Surveillance camera footage and sightings indicate that three people from Gangdong-ku, Tokyo, flew to the site at high speed by a black giant bird. However, accidentally or intentionally, the previous actions were not reflected in the surveillance cameras, and the identity of the three men is not known. There are a lot of people and cars in and out of Jiangdong District. Just change your clothes and you'll be easily distracted. The mask was in the way and it was impossible to analyze it by facial authentication.

The three use flames, ice, and instantaneous travel to fight super water balloons and destroy this. Shooting from helicopters and artificial satellites does not clearly show water smoke and angle problems, but the presence of small autonomous machines or small animal-like objects has also been confirmed.

Black birds and black whales are often referred to as "unidentified black clothing groups".

And that's all the information from the public broadcast coverage. More intrusive reasoning, intense theory, and polarity than that were the realm of gossip magazines, variety shows, radio talk shows, and the Internet.

With his mind, Sapporo searched the police department, the Capitol, the TV station, and the militia, knowing that the investigation had not reached Tianzhao. I know, but no matter how many times I repeated the confirmation, I couldn't stop watching TV because of it. It's getting better when I think about the fact that I've been sticking to TV most of the time for about three days since the incident.

At the end of the breakfast, Satisfied and taking his eyes off the TV, Sapporo stood up with a fruit knife in his hand, causing him to snap his legs and fall in a place where there was nothing.

"Ah! Stay with me! I want to stay!

Ig quickly rushed over to heal his support, who accidentally stabbed his thigh deep with a fruit knife on a falling clap. I will rub the thighs of Awathenbo's support while you open three of my favorite gum syrups recently for the healed reward. Sasuke was the head of a dependable flock who helped Ig, but he was always a little bit of a big injury once every two days.

At the end of the routine happenings, Sasuke dresses up as a bartender and exits the residence space into the Tensho store for a light cleaning. Then he put his legs together and sat in a chair and began practicing acoustic guitar. "Twenty years later, when I became an old man in the middle of forty, I was playing guitar when I was younger. Practice to appeal".

He sang, shaking his body, too, as he went along with a slow bounce. Ig liked the samurai song. That was even bad from Ig's ear, but he's hard working, he's got a heart. And every day, little by little, but it's improving. It was a song that made me happy to hear it.

After about an hour of practice, I put my guitar down and start reading the light novel of the psychic thing. After the Ultra Water Polo incident, the Purpose Bookstore is actively pushing for books related to psychic abilities, which are sold and thin. Sasuke's reading was borrowed from Sasaki. Occasionally "I see." "Oh, you want me to do this kind of expansion?" and so on and he takes notes with a grunt. Ig went back to his nest box and took a nap when he was free.

"Ig! It's lunch!

He woke up with a delicious smell and a voice of support, and when he went out to the floor of Tianyado, the support was making fruit juice in the mixer while eating pasta. A small plate of pasty stock solution mixed with a small amount of pineapple based on strawberries and bananas is served, and Ig licks it obsessively. Sasuke had diluted the rest of the stock solution with milk and yogurt to take a sip.

Ig's ears, who were shamelessly licking the leftover bait on the plate, captured the footsteps coming down the stairs to Tianyado. Ig lifts his face, moves his ears, and gently flies to the shoulders of his support to be vigilant.

As expected, what came was a shiitake that puffed the stench of the bad guys. I have a small box with the store name logo on it. Today's outfit is a high-waisted black skirt with a corset at the waist and a clear white blouse. It should be noted that Tsuki has mentally killed more than a dozen virgins during the short journey from the nearest parking lot to Tianyado in this outfit, but the support that is seen as Tsuki's unusual outfit was an extra fatal wound. Ig used healing to support him in holding his heart to bitterness and stripped his teeth off into a tree that seemed to have launched a mysterious attack.

"Good day. I brought you some cake today."

"Tired. Your clothes are amazing today, simple and look good on you. You want some juice?

"Thank you, Lassie."

"Lassie? I don't know the stylish term, but it's the one that mixes milk and yogurt over a fruit mixer"

"That's Lassie. Fruit-based."

Ig doesn't like it violently when he sits next to Sasuke in his closeness, opens the box and starts putting on the cake with him. Everyone is fooled by the bad guys who bark at us with their faces in the flock. I wanted to kick him out, but it was hard that Sasuke, the chief, liked me. I can't do much worse.

Therefore Ig harasses his wife as a snoring aunt. Ig took the fork that had been placed in the sink and twirled his hair like a spaghetti with a long wave of wood. You mess up your busy hairy hair. The hair entangled with the fork was hilarious and Ig laughed.

"Chichichichichichichichichichichichichichichi!?

At the next moment, Ig was hanging with his tail tied at the end of a string dripping from a ventilating sealing fan on the ceiling.

Screaming Ig is rescued by a sighing support and is irrationally mildly scolded. Ig was slowly depressed, and now he reflected deeply on harassing him better.

After finishing one outfit, the two enter a regular meeting while Ig is healing and licking his tail.

"Bell Mountain Tech, but it's still big enough to have a ton of samples available. Performance goes up the right shoulder. I think Sasuke's high-voltage black box is starting to be used."

"Oh, seriously? I thought it had been used more recently on the street. It's just a black box."

The black box installed in the laboratory of Zhongshan Tech is fitted with a touch panel so that the support smartphone can be contacted when pressure and time are entered. Sasuke has received it and has deployed ultra-high pressures in the black box that are ultimately not feasible in modern science. It's commonly known as a black box.

The researchers at Zhongshan Tech had initially made a leap to figure out how that box was provided by Tochigi, but no matter how they looked it up, they had quite a fear there because it was just an iron box with a touch panel and a transmitter attached to it, and now they stop going deep into it and explore its use as a convenient box. An unprecedented giant artificial diamond is one of its achievements. Simply compressing graphite did not go well in the knowledge-poor Tsuki and Sasuke. It could be described as a joint effect with Zhongshan Tech backed by expertise and technology.

"Is it not a time burden? There will be wind power too, won't there? If you're busy, I'll be on the schedule."

"Uh, right. Turning the blade is plain cumbersome, isn't it? If Zhongshan Tech is doing better, wind power may be scaled down. It would be annoying to quit suddenly, so take your time and work less...... but no. The employees over there are funny and you like them. I'm starting to build turbine shrines and stuff."

"What do you mean..."

"The shrine is fine. Is the spy really okay? It's been another week, but there's no sign it'll fit in. One of these days, they're gonna do some great scientific research and they're gonna find us."

"It's okay because we have a thorough foundation for information control. It doesn't show on the surveillance cameras. People don't witness me. Leave no physical evidence. I don't talk. I don't write. The trail in the warehouse district would have been wiped out by heavy rain, wouldn't it? I also keep track of government police media trends through mind monitoring. Seems like we've been narrowing it down to the suburbs of Tokyo lately, but only the media is moving because there was no human or physical damage or criminal activity. Although marine surveys by academic organizations seem to be planned as well. Anyway, there are only a few people who can move with man-made sea tactics. Neither does the collection of information on the Internet rely heavily on the distribution of rumours for stock price manipulation purposes. You say that twice a day, don't you? Don't worry about it."

"I know with my head, but I don't know. Well, okay. Any talk of using this opportunity successfully to feed into the government police media?

"We're on it. I'll take care of this. It's just that I need to be discreet... No, it's not that Sasuke can't do it, is it? It's just a matter of disorientation."

"I know. I'm letting Mr. Kichigi take care of you."

At the end of the whole talk, Sasuke goes on the counter and puts out two boxes wrapped with ribbons from the shelves. And he makes a grumpy face and starts polishing the glass. Tsuki begins to read the booklet of Western books. After a while, Shouta Takahashi, who wore a bright red t-shirt on his charcoal patterned half pants and jalajara hung silver accessories, and Shouta Lotus Watch, who aligned t-shirts and cardigans in a warm color system on his G-pan, came.

The greeting was there, too, and the two immediately noticed a box placed on the counter. Anyway, the card with the two names printed on it is pinched.

"It's a gift from the boss. Well done, he said."

"Boss are you here!?

"Until just now. I went to the Maldives in the wrong place. Because he's a busy man."

Langhua, who was looking around, was disappointed. They see the boss almost every day but still think they haven't seen him.

Shouta looks at the red ribbon wrapped in a cylindrical box addressed to her.

"Is the boss such a cute wrapper? Girls."

"Ribbon is me."

"Eh."

…………

I give out a latte art that depicts a guardian who said blush is silently attacking something round with a stick human being in flames. Shouta laughed and thanked the master for his clumsy gratitude and nervousness.

The gift was opened on the spot, and Shouta was very pleased with the lantern lit by the fire that divided the Olympic holy fire, and Langhua was very pleased with the seeds of the lotus about a thousand years ago found last year among the Buddha's statues in the Falun Temple.

Ig was quite seriously angry with Langhua in an attempt to attract interest in a rare species, shrinking his tail and evacuating to the shoulder of his support. I didn't know why.

The four of them surround the Laptop of Tsuki and follow online rumors with cafe lattes and cookies to begin the chat. Even so, Sasuke doesn't talk.

"You've settled on your code name, too. I guess it's all in English because Europe and America were more controversial than Japan after all."

"Looks like the Irish 600m came out faster than the Japanese 50m once. Titan, IT is the boss. Time lady TL is Mr. Tachigi, Burning Girl BG is in Langhua."

"Shota is a freezing night. FK."

"You don't have a name for Ig, do you? Oh, no. Is it called a healer? Is that your code name? It's a small machine theory. I laugh."

"That's kinda funny though...... hmm, I knew you were getting slapped this way"

There's also a lot of cursing about online writing, such as' Why don't you show up and explain it ',' There's something nasty about it, '' I just ran off with a rampage, '' Irresponsible, '' These rattlesnakes and fucking lesbians, 'and' Human scraps that smashed the product of the Earth's natural miracle '. The general public does not know the circumstances that prevented the destruction of urban areas by super water polo. Of course there are many theories of favorable perception and pure admiration and admiration, but even a hundred admirations can not erase the pain of one curse.

The media is as impetuous as chasing criminals or escaped rare animals, and it's not uncommon for a press agency to have bounty money on leading information.

The two students can't hide their dissatisfaction with why they tried so hard not to draw their intentions not to show themselves. As previously warned by Saki, it was clear that if he revealed his identity, he would be exposed to privacy and turned into a toy.

Tochigi told the two of them that he was not convinced.

"Hey, don't you think it's more natural now that all the people shut their mouths as if the incident had been covered up and nothing had happened, or vice versa, that all you hear is heroic praise and beauty, rather than a mixture of cursing and praise? A testament to peace."

"... I don't know if that's true, but that's adult reason. I'm not convinced. Don't even think about it. Say whatever you want. My heart is not lit. These guys are fucked."

"Indeed. Virtue seems low."

Tsuki did not deny the words of the two outraged people, he just smiled and changed the subject. The two of them quickly strayed from their minds to a tree that talks about the darkness of the world.

After the super water polo incident, the number of appearances of darkness in the world has decreased significantly. For the whole world knew of the existence of overwhelming violence and learned fear. It becomes a stopper to deep psychology seeking violence. On the other hand, however, the proof of human existence, which defeats the water monster by superpower, will soon evoke a further desire for violence. If you pass your throat, forget the heat. Forget fear, too. Anyway, as a result, there was no damage caused by super water polo, so fear doesn't last long. There is no doubt that the deep psychology of human beings seeking a new kind of violence that has proved supernatural affects the darkness of the world.

Ig had no time to listen to such a story for a long time. I have no idea what they are ringing about, and Sasuke is distracted by the conversation and can pull my hair and ears. I've already taken a nap, and I'm not even sleepy.

Then Ig, descending from the body of the support to the floor, noticed that the door to the entrance to the heavenly door was slightly open. Shouta didn't close it tightly. Ig was reviving his natural curiosity because of his physical rejuvenation and his familiarity with the living environment. Ig has never been outside alone. The morning walk habit of being taken to support had been disrupted in a disintegrating manner for a week now, and I also missed the outside air.

And attracted by the interest, he went on an adventure from the gap in the door to the outside world. The four of them are bickering and don't realize it. This is the beginning of a great escape adventure.

Jumping over the stairs leading from the street to the underground Tianyandoors, Ig ventured through the city conveying implantation and street trees.

Suck on the nectar of the planted shrub flowers, eat the worms on the thin branches of the street trees, and throw unsavory feathers at the heads of passers-by passing underneath and throw them away.

Since he was not hiding, he was found many times by humans, but Ig pulled away his hand stretching to touch the smelly person of the bad guy. In the case of humans with mild eyes and no smell of the bad guys, I allowed them to stroke, but they were all shitty so I still shook them off immediately and ran away.

The daylight at noon was dazzling and the car sounded annoying. Ig, who had only been out early in the morning with few driveways, enters the back road avoiding the noise and the smell of the overflowing bad guy as he squeezes his eyes. The afternoon sun is blocked by high-rise apartments and the top of the block walls is limp and cool. Ig was in a good mood for a walk over the walls, but he moved a lot and got hungry. The building wind that blows down there brings a fragrant smell. It smelled like honey.

Ig stops, turns his nose to the wind and explores the source of the smell. Slightly, he flew from the top of the fence to the pole, to the rain, and cleverly climbed the walls of the high-rise apartment from the potted plants placed on the veranda, relying on the spreading of plants, etc.

As I entered one of the rooms of the apartment through an empty window, the young man sitting half-hearted on the bed circled his eyes.

That was the sportsman's room. Used basketball next to a beautiful basketball decorated on the shelf. Several golden trophies line the desks, with uniforms and awards on the walls. Sports magazines are organized and arranged on bookshelves.

But the young man in high school, the lord of the room, had a poor complexion, and his right arm was wrapped with a pale white gips and hung from his neck.

"What? Monkey............?

Without even looking at the young man stunned by the intruder through the window, Ig jumped on locking on to the toast that had been placed on the young man's lap. I lick it obsessively and immediately notice that there is plenty more honey in the bottle nearby. I try to tap and roll and get the contents out but it doesn't work. The young man smiled bitterly and served him honey on top of the toast, which had become hairy and dirty.

"!"

In that motion, the young man distorted his face and held down his right arm. It hardens often, then exhales a severe sigh.

"Monkey, I don't know where he is, but you can go home when you're done licking it. I'm not in the mood for little animals right now."

"Chichichichichichichi."

"What, are you a fool? That's right. Get out of my way. I'm a fuckin 'asshole who broke a bone and lost his life. Shit! You don't have to tell me. I know! What? Dad's sad. I'm the saddest one. Bokeh! What..."

Excited youth groan again.

Sticking around his mouth with honey, Ig applied healing to the youth's arms with a tapped conditional reflex.

A miracle light illuminates a dim room.

The young man was speechless and received a still, warm white light as if he had become a stone statue. In seconds Ig stops healing, loses interest and returns to licking honey.

The young man, who was relieved for plenty of minutes, looked at his right arm with haste. Lift, move, swing and be stunned. And I stared at the amazing miracle monkey with the surprise that would undoubtedly be the best in my life.

"You... well, I saw you on the news. Rumor has it you're a little animal of the secret society. You were a monkey."

"Chitty."

"Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You're probably happier that way. But what the heck, ha, shit. I thought it was the worst world, but there's a miracle. All right, wait. I'll get you a banana now. That's better than honey, right?

The young man gently got out of bed to avoid flipping the monkey, and left the room lightly in his footsteps as he sang.

As soon as the youth became invisible, Ig's body floated in space. Ig, who knows the strange phenomenon, is surprised, but doesn't panic. I know that that strange power never harms me. Flying across the universe, Ig abruptly fell and jumped into the chest of Langhua's cardigan, which was calling Ig's name for implantation.

"Hih!? Oh, what, what!?

"Chi chi chi chi chi!"

"What... Ig? Huh? Why did you fall out of the sky? Oh, something's sticky. What's this, honey? You smell honey, don't you? What are you doing while we're looking for you? Don't go sneaking in here for a second, come out!

Ig was eventually brought back to Tianyado by the hands of Langhua and scolded by Sasuke after the group of students returned.

No matter how angry you are, it is a good place to support you not to slap or blow your hair.

Next time let's go outside not to piss him off, Ig reflected deeply.

After Tachigi returned, Sasuke took a bath and changed into a futon. Ig also goes into the nest box and closes his eyes. With much fatigue and fullness, drowsiness comes quickly.

Tomorrow is no longer scary to come after being helped by Sasuke. BGM the serene sleep of the support, Ig slept in peace of mind.